Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Bourbon pressed the switch on the remote control and the large TV screen lit up.

Video after video appeared, all related to news and reports of previous bank robberies.

Mao Li opened the first tape, and the picture showing the three robbers was the same one that had just been released that morning.

The three of them were a fat man, a thin man, and a very strong man.

The scene of the strong man firing a gun was clearly recorded.

However, the person who was shot was not photographed until the end.

"In addition, the funeral of Mr. Shi Chengxin, the bank employee who attempted to appease the prisoner but was shot, was held last night..."

"This...this man!"

Xiaolan discovered the clue and excitedly pointed with her finger and spoke.

"That's the brother on Miss Jiaqi's phone wallpaper!"

"But....why not just one last name?"

"Her brother's last name is actually Shi..." Xiaolan's voice became lower and lower as she spoke, feeling more and more confused.

"Besides, don't you find it strange?" Maori took half a step forward and pointed at the TV screen.

"Since this is where Jiaqi's brother lives, why is he still editing this morning's news?"

Maori seemed to have suddenly come to his senses, and spoke excitedly with saliva flying everywhere.

"Could it be that he is psychic?!"

Bourbon wiped his face in disgust and lowered his voice, "Don't worry about who lives here."

"These news and reports were specially recorded and preserved."

"It's either a crime cult or revenge."

"Or else——"

"The robber himself!"

"There is...some truth to that." Maori nodded his forehead obediently like a primary school student.

"Anyway, I'll investigate further."

Bourbon held the armrest and tilted his head.

"Now the only thing left to investigate is the computer in the bedroom." Bourbon narrowed his eyes, forming a thin slit.

"Mr. Amuro."

Xiaolan ran up to him, covered her mouth and asked in a low voice.

"You seem much more reliable than my father. Why do you want to take my father as your master..." Xiaolan said while observing Maori's expression, fearing that he might eavesdrop on her.

Mao Li said, "What are you whispering about again?"

"Haha." Bourbon smiled politely.

"Don't think that Mr. Mao Li looks stupid now. In fact, he has already seen through the truth of the matter."

He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Maori thoughtfully.

"You should be testing me now."

"I'm still a long way from being Maori-sensei."

Bourbon left Xiaolan's sight with a smile in his eyes.

“Is that so?”

Xiaolan was so naive that she easily believed what Bourbon said.

Inside the gas station.

"Fill it up for me."

"Peng."

Ms. Jiaqi closed the car door gently and looked at Conan who was sleeping in the car with concern. Ms. Jiaqi also considerately covered him with a thin blanket.

"Um...I want to use the toilet, can I?"

"Of course, just turn right."

Apartment downstairs.

"squeak."

Sera parked the motorcycle aside and looked up.

"Damn it!" Maori pounded the table angrily.

“This computer actually has a password!”

"What's the password?!" Mao Li covered his head and racked his brains to try again and again, "Is it a homophone?..."

"Tsk."

"What can this thing accomplish..." Maori showed an embarrassed expression, his teeth grinding against the dead skin on his lips.

Bourbon sensed Maori's embarrassment, approached him, and asked softly, "How do you two usually set your passwords?"

“You can put yourself in their shoes and give it a try.”

"Usually it's something like birthday, or a homonym." Xiaolan put her finger on her lips and looked up to recall.

"Well...my name is Maori Kogoro, which means 5555."

"Ah, no..." Bourbon shook his hands hastily, "Teacher Maori, I think you are wrong."

"I mean, when you encounter a password that is too long to remember."

"Hmm..." Maori held his chin and recalled.

"Write it down in the memo on your phone." Xiaolan said.

“My words will be written on paper and placed where no one can see them.”

After saying that, Maori subconsciously lowered his head and checked the bottom of the table.

"hiss."

He tore off a long strip and spoke excitedly.

"I found it! I found the password!!"

"As expected of Mr. Maori."

"Dad is so awesome!!"

In the mall not far from the apartment.

Inside the arcade on the third floor.

Liquor and Vermouth.

Each of them was pushing a cart filled with invoices.

Walking down the aisle.

Yes, it's an invoice.

Vermouth uses the game of stacking gold coins and the old cow machine.

You can make a lot of money with a small amount of game coins.

The story begins two hours ago.

The two of them walked outside for more than ten minutes.

As we walked, we arrived inside the mall.

"Um... Vermouth, do you still want to buy clothes?" He looked at the dazzling array of luxury brands on the first floor and took a breath.

Legs and Feet: Another high-end game in the afternoon.

"There are enough clothes, right?" Baijiu's expression of not wanting to go shopping was almost written on his face, and he was filled with fear of shopping in malls.

"I'm not buying it for myself, I'm choosing it for you."

"But." Baijiu touched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"I think these two sets of clothes will last me a long time."

"It's better to save money and invest it."

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

"determine."

"Really?" Vermouth confirmed again and again, observing Baijiu's expression.

"real."

"Well...then what's the fun?" Vermouth pouted, looking a little cute.

"I'm not hungry now." She rubbed her stomach.

Vermouth kept stealing glances at the frozen yogurt next to her.

"One is hot and the other is cold. Do you want to have diarrhea?" Baijiu saw through her thoughts.

"Would you like to play billiard?"

"Not interesting. Not interested."

"Mahjong?"

"Unless you have a shadow clone and clone you and me."

Baijiu smiled, looked at her meaningfully, and patted her shoulder gently.

"What are you doing? You're smiling so obscenely." Vermouth looked at Baijiu with some disgust, moved him away and clasped her hands.

"You're watching anime too, right? Even the shadow clones have appeared."

Vermouth snorted coldly, wiggled her fingers and smiled faintly.

"I happened to hear it when I went to Keel's house before."

"I'm not too keen on these, I feel..."

"Somewhat childish, especially since Kiel talks to himself a lot."

"Infinite space, heaven and earth, and so on."

Is Gil really so stupid behind the scenes?

She looks very quiet and well-behaved.

It turns out to be such a contrast...

"She is just like that. The more you get to know her, the more interesting she becomes."

"Don't look at her acting like she doesn't care about feelings."

"She just wasn't interested in vodka."

"When she was on a mission from Germany before, she often told me about looking at handsome guys."

"Have you seen it?" Baijiu asked.

"Did you see any beautiful women when you went to France with Vodka and the others?" Vermouth asked back.

"........"

Forget it, let’s change the subject.

"Hey." Baijiu's attention was attracted by the advertising poster in front of him.

"Do you want to go to the arcade?"

"Try it?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows slightly.

After spending 600 yen to buy the coins.

Vermouth suddenly disappeared from Baijiu's sight.

After searching for a long time, I finally found her in front of the old machine.

"Let's go and play zombie fighting together."

"Go play it yourself. I haven't played this for a long time."

Vermouth sat on the chair in a relaxed manner, with her sleeves rolled up, ready to show off her skills, her eyes staring straight ahead.

"Can you play this?" Baijiu was a little unconvinced.

"How about you sit here and watch for a while?"

ten minutes later.

Baijiu was completely impressed by Vermouth's skills.

Looking at the full basket of game coins, I couldn't help but swallow.

"Where did you learn that?"

“It was when the group training was organized in Australia.”

"It was too boring, so I practiced it to kill time."

“Australia again…”

"But in one respect, vodka is really great."

"My only rival."

"Vodka? Yeah, that too."

When it comes to liquor, I think of vodka’s outstanding performance in France.

"You can go and play with these. I still need some time to do this."

".....Why do I feel like you are coaxing a child?" Baijiu scratched his hair.

Aren't you just a child?

Vermouth pinched Baijiu's face with her hands.

Inside Ms. Jiaqi's car.

"Damn it!! Why can't I get in touch with any of the three of them?!"

"Do you need my help, big sister?"

"Ok?"

"what?!"

"Little...little brother, how could you?" Jiaqi was so shocked that she was frightened by Conan and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Because I didn't drink it, big sister, you gave me the orange juice with sleeping pills."

Conan spoke in a coquettish tone, shaking his head.

"But, big sister, I have a suggestion for you."

"If you want to find the person you are looking for, it is better to meet those people first."

Conan was lying on the handrail of the parking space, talking cutely, his two short legs swinging leisurely back and forth.

"The three people you called just now, sister."

"They all have their addresses registered in the online address book."

"I know where they live."

"Big sister Jiaqi."

"No." Conan deliberately raised his tone, changing his childish tone.

"I should call you Big Sister Xu Kun."

"You want to kill that woman."

Conan's glasses reflected the light and he showed a wicked smile.

No, it's more like the smile of death.

"You... who are you?"